Lydia Mathis

Lydia Mathis

Lydia is a voracious reader, who legend tells may literally be consuming her books. She is nearing 500 books in her personal library. Currently, she’s marathoning numerous shows on Netflix. Her favorite authors are Benjamin Alire Saenz and John Green. She may or may not continue writing, the jury is still out.

Zoe Howard

Zoe Howard

Zoe Howard hails from Asheville, North Carolina, and is a sophomore at Agnes Scott. She is double majoring in creative writing and history, but has many other academic interests. She likes to write flash fiction, plays, and the occasional half-­finished novel. Outside of her studies, she spends her time imagining herself exploring Europe, obsessing over Broadway, and wishing she could play the piano.

Jasmyn Stamper

Jasmyn Stamper

Jasmyn Stamper is a Georgia-peach. She was born and raised in Atlanta, GA. She is closing out her first year at Agnes Scott and is looking forward to all the writing material that will come from her time spent here. She also enjoys reading, Netflix-binge- watching, and doing ministry work at her church, United in Christ.

Keturah Moore

Keturah Moore

Keturah Moore was born and raised by a single father in the heart of Chicago, Ilinois. She is currently a rising senior at Agnes Scott College, double majoring in Public Health and Business Management. Outside of her academics, she is someone who loves to just live life and be the socialite amongst her Posse. She enjoys listening to music of all genres, but has a high affinity for the artist Drake. Adding to her love for writing fiction pieces, she also writes poetry and enjoy jamming out on drum­sets.

Maisha Era

Maisha Era

Born and raised in the bustling city Dhaka, Maisha has whisked herself to Georgia a year ago with a dream to live a life filled with Literature. She is a spice enthusiast who is yet to come across a delicacy spicy enough to make her cry. Sleep rarely entices her and she dearly believes “People always loved best what they identified most with.” ― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

Celina Ortiz

Celina Ortiz

Celina Ortiz is preparing to enter her senior year at Agnes Scott College as a Religion and Social Justice major with a minor in History. Home for Celina rests on the first knuckle of the mitten state, Detroit, Michigan where she lives with her mother and two dogs. Her most committed hobbies include outdoor exploring with her camera, teaching her nieces and nephew about the world of Marvel, and spending as many wakeful hours laughing with her friends. And of course, there are those coveted memories spent on Lake Huron with her summer campers.

Alex Brown

Alex Brown

Alex Brown is a writer, violinist, and curator of sad music. She studies English and Music at Agnes Scott College and divides her time between Atlanta, Georgia, and Redlands, California.

Deanna Talyor

Deanna Talyor

Deanna is a rising sophomore at Agnes Scott.

Theresa Do

Theresa Do

Theresa Do claims to be from Dothan, Alabama, but when questioned, reveals that she attributes her childhood to Garden Grove, California --- a pretty town in a pretty area in a pretty famous Orange County where B-class celebrities go to retire --- and if still pressed, she caves and submits to the [generally ignorant] "But really, where are you FROM?" with the generic answer of "Vietnam," because only Google seems to know where Saigon is.

Honorine Rouiller

Honorine Rouiller

A little Frenchy who does not drink wine, does not like chocolate. She'd rather get a donut.

Rebecca Grieco

Rebecca Grieco

Rebecca is a rising sophomore at Agnes Scott.

Taylor Lee

Taylor Lee

Taylor is one of the best members of the Agnes Scott tennis team.

Kourtney Kochert

Kourtney Kochert

She was born in Indiana. She had cats all her life. She is an aspiring author that sees fiction stories as a way to escape reality. She uses fiction writing as a way to indirectly deal with her eternal emotional struggle with herself and other people.

“Allure” by Deanna Harris

Allure

Every great story starts with the word it and mine will be no exception.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times …

It was a dark and stormy night …

My story will be one of truth, and of pain, and with every ounce of emotion poured on to the pages I will punctuate my words and I will begin my syntax with it. My readers will question my validity and I will answer by showing them it.

It does not lie,” I will say. “It is the truth.”

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“The Rituals of the Black Widow” by Keturah Moore

FullSizeRender (1)Covered in dust was a picture of my wife and I sitting on top of the fireplace. It was when we got our first car and home together. It was this green and black used 1956 Gran-Torino with gold rims and the house was this two-story home with black barred windows, but was painted this oddly bright yellow that mirrored the late happiness of my life. That house was beyond ugly to me, and with going on 5 years of being together, that picture embodied my wife’s smile glistened happiness and my smile beamed proudness and positive hopes for the journey to come. That image captured the innocence that we once had as husband and wife.

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“Far Away Summer” by Zoe Howard

Far Away Summer

When we were growing up, we dug and filled a pond in the woods behind our house, and in the summertime, after lunch on those hot, sticky Southern days, we would pull on our bathing suits and run barefooted through clumps of poison ivy and moss and ferns and touch-me-nots until we threw ourselves off the dry bank into the brown water of the pond Continue reading ““Far Away Summer” by Zoe Howard”

“Whimsy Girl” by Celina Ortiz

Celina Ortiz, Whismy Girl

The forest looked deep and charming as Oliver made his way toward a young girl on the path ahead of him. He watched her from a distance as she climbed over a fallen log. It had just begun to rain when he started following her home and neither of them had a coat or umbrella. Oliver could feel a huge storm coming. There was no way she was going to make it home before it hit. As lightning struck just a couple miles ahead of them, she stumbled back and fell in surprise. As quietly as he could manage, Oliver approached her and spoke in a calming voice. Continue reading ““Whimsy Girl” by Celina Ortiz”

“Fuck” by Taylor Lee

fuckIf you were to ask me what my most used word was, I would probably say fuck. There is some scientific fact that my sister once blabbered on to me about saying that if you say a four letter word it helps relieve stress. However, the words fork or fold or felt don’t quite help get the edge off like the word fuck.You see I don’t dabble in dope or partake in PCP, I’ve never wielded weed, or lapped up liquor.  Words are my drugs. When my breath begins to quicken and my heart starts to pound, I can say words out loud or write them down and, my heart beat gets softer and my breaths become deeper. Continue reading ““Fuck” by Taylor Lee”

“A Night in Paris” by Jasmyn Stamper

Jasmyn story pictureThe DJ hasn’t played a single song you know or would dance to anyway. The food looks amazing but tastes disappointing. Everyone is dressed their best, but there is no one here that you want to see that badly. You didn’t even really look at yourself or your “dates” when you left. The decorations—the meager few that are scattered around the gym—look cheap and don’t reflect the theme at all. A Night in Paris. You don’t think that consists of mini-Eiffel Towers hanging from a ceiling, of glitter thrown on the floor, or of berets decorating the tables. Continue reading ““A Night in Paris” by Jasmyn Stamper”